The sound of the door opening fills me with dread. I remain still, pretending to be bound and gagged, as two sets of footsteps enter the room.
"So, what do we do with them?" a gruff voice asks.
"I say we burn the bodies now," another voice replies, cold and matter-of-fact. "Get rid of the evidence."
My heart races at these chilling words.
"Not now, you idiot," the first voice hisses. "The police are combing the area. The smell would give us away instantly."
There's a moment of tense silence before a third voice chimes in, "Why don't we just keep pretending no one's here? Wait until the heat dies down outside."
The men continue to debate, their voices growing more heated. Suddenly, the door bursts open again, and hurried footsteps enter.
"We've got a problem," a new voice announces, breathless and panicked. "The police have surrounded the house."
The room erupts into chaos. "What? How?" one man shouts.